In the cool evening of life's Autumn
inner demons desperate to release
a melancholic atmosphere so solemn
wishing to be at one with peace
In the inky blackness of the darkest night
haunted by a vivid breathless spirit
a demonic shape with me to fight
sanctuary sought but always near it
In the nascent warmth of early spring
my body meets the challenge of healing
this voyage on the big sea bringing
a fatigue inducing queasy feeling
In the solitude of life's hues
Melancholy speaks to quit
Mind needs inebriation in the blues
But heart believes in life's another whack
In the lonely hours of April daylight
positive thinking to achieve my goal
watching birds in soaring glorious flight
through the windows of my soul
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
In the cool evening of life's Autumn
inner demons desperate to release
a melancholic atmosphere so solemn
wishing to be at one with peace
In the inky blackness of the darkest night
haunted by a vivid breathless spirit
a demonic shape with me to fight
sanctuary sought but always near it
In the nascent warmth of early spring
my body meets the challenge of healing
this voyage on the big sea bringing
a fatigue inducing queasy feeling
In the solitude of life's hues
Melancholy speaks to quit
Mind needs inebriation in the blues
But heart believes in life's another whack
In the lonely hours of April daylight
positive thinking to achieve my goal
watching birds in soaring glorious flight
through the windows of my soul
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